There are two Blackburn fans in our office and I admit to tampering with food that they have left in the fridge. (Pubes in sandwiches, spit in brews, that sort of thing).

Errr....You have serious issues. You should get therapy.

That's disgusting.

Nothing clever or big about that.

- would you like that done to you?

Diesel wrote:There are two Blackburn fans in our office and I admit to tampering with food that they have left in the fridge. (Pubes in sandwiches, spit in brews, that sort of thing).

Mega.

If you're bored you could read this http://www.uptheclarets.com/messageboar ... et#p454671

I hope that isn't true;
If it is, you have issues.

Just plain weird. I despise cretins like you.

What a weird, weird person.

And if that post is true about you beating someone until they have brain damage, well, disgusting.

as teenagers, a bunch of us used to urinate through the tax office letter box every saturday night after leaving rawtenstall cricket club.

Shot a man in Reno.

Up to the age of around 14 I used to watch the clarets at home and when they were away I would go on rovers !! I am so so sorry (during the Simon garner years)

Been on the turf moor pitch with some cans

Been on the turf moor pitch with some cans

So did Gazza

A few years ago when we played Chelsea in the cup my dad and brother had gone down to london to watch it. I couldn't go because of work so I used this opportunity to bring a lady round.

Anyway one thing let to another and I started doing some moves. Obviously I didn't want to miss what was happening in London so I had the wireless on with the head phones in on the bedside table so I could just about hear what was going on. Mid action I heard "AKINBUYIIIIIIIIII!!!!!"

At that moment I moved her to one side put the head phones in and realised it was going to pens. At that point I told her it's time to go.

Never heard from her since

So you can't multitask then?

Inchy wrote:A few years ago when we played Chelsea in the cup my dad and brother had gone down to london to watch it. I couldn't go because of work so I used this opportunity to bring a lady round.

Anyway one thing let to another and I started doing some moves. Obviously I didn't want to miss what was happening in London so I had the wireless on with the head phones in on the bedside table so I could just about hear what was going on. Mid action I heard "AKINBUYIIIIIIIIII!!!!!"

At that moment I moved her to one side put the head phones in and realised it was going to pens. At that point I told her it's time to go.

Never heard from her since

Timing the action to coincide with the penalty shoot out would surely have led to the lady being extremely satisfied.

Diesel wrote:There are two Blackburn fans in our office and I admit to tampering with food that they have left in the fridge. (Pubes in sandwiches, spit in brews, that sort of thing).

You live by the sword.

fatboy47 wrote:as teenagers, a bunch of us used to urinate through the tax office letter box every saturday night after leaving rawtenstall cricket club.

Always stunk of **** when I used to open up on Monday mornings.it was you was it you dirty *******

Got totally pi$$ed off with a neighbour over a long period of time so en-route back from the pub one night put an estate agents For Sale sign up in his front garden.

Childish, but they got the hint.

Diesel wrote:There are two Blackburn fans in our office and I admit to tampering with food that they have left in the fridge. (Pubes in sandwiches, spit in brews, that sort of thing).

Spent 22 years in the army. Got up to all sorts of proper ****. Most of it good humoured, some of it downright dangerous.

Unwritten rule no 1. If you lack the minerals to deal with someone face to face, don't **** with their food or drink.

It's poor form.

Just wanted to see what category of 'bad' people were willing to be confessing to.....hmmmmm, think I'll stay out of this one.

OP if true you need help.
I once ran through a farmers field of wheat .

I once had the audacity to have a different opinion to someone else on UTC regarding some inane topic...

Diesel wrote:There are two Blackburn fans in our office and I admit to tampering with food that they have left in the fridge. (Pubes in sandwiches, spit in brews, that sort of thing).

Childish

I'd don't imagine for some on here publicly posting the worst things you have done would be a good idea...

Diesel wrote:There are two Blackburn fans in our office and I admit to tampering with food that they have left in the fridge. (Pubes in sandwiches, spit in brews, that sort of thing).

I hope they catch you & give you a good kicking dickhead

bobinho wrote:Spent 22 years in the army. Got up to all sorts of proper ****. Most of it good humoured, some of it downright dangerous.

Unwritten rule no 1. If you lack the minerals to deal with someone face to face, don't **** with their food or drink.

It's poor form.

I'd add bog roll to that list too lol

I went to a house party in highschool years ago and stole 1 piece of a thousand piece puzzle.

Diesel wrote:There are two Blackburn fans in our office and I admit to tampering with food that they have left in the fridge. (Pubes in sandwiches, spit in brews, that sort of thing).

obvious lie.

Accidentally shot a sheep with a GPMG SF. They're hardy buggers.....

Before the Bayswater Hall was built there used to be a two-level car outdoor car park. I borrowed my mum´s car for a night out in Manchester (1988?)
We smoke some dope in the car to hit the town with a mystic twist. I put some music on and decided to move the car to another part of the car park, so we set off. Suddenly there was this almighty bang, oh dear. With my perception awry I had forgotten that the car park was on two levels and I had driven over a four or five feet vertical drop to the next level. Luckily the car survived it. I never took drugs and drove again.

Diesel wrote:There are two Blackburn fans in our office and I admit to tampering with food that they have left in the fridge. (Pubes in sandwiches, spit in brews, that sort of thing).

Why do they put their brew in the fridge?

Diesel wrote:There are two Blackburn fans in our office and I admit to tampering with food that they have left in the fridge. (Pubes in sandwiches, spit in brews, that sort of thing).

I've never done anything like that, but I remember at Uni there was a guy living in the room next to me, who I thought was an absolute nimrod. I was walking down the hall and noticed he'd put a ready meal into the microwave before going back to his room. I decided to add 20 minutes to the clock.

As black as the Ace of Spades when it came out! He never did realise it was me.

taunted an older boy who went to the 'naughty boys home' on morse street about his lack of parents.

he leathered the shyte out of me and threw me into the stream at the edge of towneley playing fields.

Left two Palace fans fast asleep at Preston station on the Blackpool train, as I couldn't be sure they were changing at Preston for the London train.

Pstotto wrote:Before the Bayswater Hall was built there used to be a two-level car outdoor car park. I borrowed my mum´s car for a night out in Manchester (1988?)
We smoke some dope in the car to hit the town with a mystic twist. I put some music on and decided to move the car to another part of the car park, so we set off. Suddenly there was this almighty bang, oh dear. Withperception awry I had forgotten that the car park was on two levels and I had driven over a four or five feet vertical drop to the next level. Luckily the car survived it. I never took drugs and drove again.

With respect, I've read some of your posts. That last sentence... I take it you mean at the same time -ish???

yTib wrote:taunted an older boy who went to the 'naughty boys home' on morse street about his lack of parents.

he leathered the shyte out of me and threw me into the stream at the edge of towneley playing fields.

It never put you off though. Kudos for that

Not sure if it's so bad, but it annoyed my Dad for a number of months. He'd built an artifical river in his back garden and strategically placed gnomes around it. I kept moving his fishing gnome around the garden, which annoyed him no end. Then one day I thought it'd be a laugh to ask my brother and sister in law to take it on holiday and send postcards (I'd read something similar in the news) so they did. This escalated and the gnome ended up going abroad with my cousins, uncles, aunts, friends etc. Then after a while I just placed it back. He never cottoned on to the connection as it was always done on connecting flights. Such as flying via Brussels to another destination so it'd be sent from Brussels not the final destination. Had him puzzled for ages.

Bfcboyo wrote:Shot a man in Reno.

Just to watch him die?

Yeah, we got the last bus back and I picked the car up the next day.

I don't consider my former behaviour under the influence of alcohol my own, as such, I've never done anything wrong as an adult.

Who did what then?